Lyrics:
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
hidden by rain
So many thoughts but I can't go insane
Try to rob me then them bullets uhh
Try to rob me then I'm busting ya brain
I done blew up look how
One day it's gon be my turn, My turn (Yeah)
Getting money, While the clock turn (24/7) Clock turn
I don't need no handout, I earn
If I don't know
that I been going through some things all day
Sittin' by the window, hope the rain go away
I hope this pain go away
I watched my mans go away
It's
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
La música de Harry Fraud
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Lil' ghetto kid
Lil' ghetto kid, lil' ghetto kid
Lil' ghetto kid, I'm a lil
I'm getting money and it feels so great
These lil broke Niggas they cannot relate
If I give you the business you cannot be late
I don't got no patient
Lotta Money
So lil problems
Getting bad?
Don't lie
Get it bad?
Whole life
Girl you know I wanna
Girl you know I wanna
Whole Lotta Guapa
Issa Whole
the county, three years have already went by
They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify
Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your
myself in a better position
If I just hang out my clothes and wash up the dishes
I’m not existential
I’m just barely getting by
Oh it’s just mental
lil nigga
When I’m on a mission I be by myself
Right hand in my gun play me to the left
Thought he was throwing gang signs but the nigga deaf
He ain’t
gone be a long night
Ride by myself I dont need no extra
Cause ima lil n***a who gone fight
40 wit me thats a incite
Fuck you I dont need yo invite
You
done got money that head a lil sloppy
I'm keeping it real ain't no need for a copy
I spot em I got em
This shit getting rocky
I ain't into boxing
I'm
grinding woe im getting bread
Alil nigga fed steady thinking about all them tears I've shed
Just can't believe my lil nigga dead
A lil nigga fed steady
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
Niggas paying 32 with outa problem
My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving)
That ain't snich scale who you folling see when you weigh
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
fool's gold
So why is getting it just so fucking impossible
I move in silence like the world's wearing a blindfold
And by myself because I hate being
And you're gonna look up, these days gonna keep going by
So do you let the days go by and look up
And you done wasted a year doing what
Or do you just pick it
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
hopping out the trees like Tarzan
I got these drugs in my lungs, I'm chilln' hard don't bother me
Mixing some drank in my cup, it look like experiment
Lil
Aye lil shawty hop up in a beamer, lets take a ride
Lil shawty yea she know I need her, right by my side
That lil shawty she keep smoking reafer,
daughter and niece and you look at your phone
It’s another tragedy black man was killed by police and the judge ain’t even do nun about it
I’m in the studio
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